#Autism The routine

So we have my family, and this morning it’s kinda be of like the four stooges trying to be on time! Is it Monday-Itis magnified? I have to laugh!

So we have to get ready on Monday morning, and 10 year old No. 1 Kiddo has worn his school clothes to bed, the night before, because getting dressed in the morning and keeping on time is too stressful. It’s a plan that has been devised by himself and It works.

Time ticks on and we have to leave the house and I am talking about literally walking over the doorstep. Dear Son no. 2 gets in the car. No. 1 Kiddo has developed a repetitive routine so he can get in the car, (neurotypicals would find this non functional behaviour) so it’s a walk around the car 2 times, a tap on the door, etc. almost like he is developing a kinesthetic awareness of body mechanics, before he gets in, behind the driver’s seat. It takes a longer time. But mum goes out, to open the boot, because she is looking to have the keys which, I can’t remember, “Have I  locked the keys in the boot, or not .. oh No I am going to reset the routine cycle again!”. If it is not done right it has to be repeated “Until I feel right!”.

Oh darn, it I have ruined his routine and he tells me so “so bloody hell mum, you have stuffed up my routine and now I have to do it all again.

Those words, those words. I hear them often. I assure him that he does not need to, I try to affirm that his making a choice, but in his world – he must do it. Time fly’s out the window.

I must remember to wear my industrial strength ear muffs in the car which. Solves two problems. It dulls the shrill pitch in my son’s voice so I driving to school in a tin can has a modicum of ease about It. 2. The pressure is comforting.

Then his father comes out and ready to get what he needs out of the car boot, it opens, “Oh bloody hell Dad, my routine!” Both Mum and No.1 Kiddo say! We all laugh in hysterics as we entertain the idea that the four stooges skit at my house this morning.

 

Written and Authorised by  Jane Muras, 4 Henry st, Hectorville, SA 5073 Candidate  for Hectorville Ward CCC 2018

 

#Autism Celebration days

No 1 Kiddo’s first birthday was wonderful, he stared at the presents instead of opening them.

I remember his 4th Christmas when he got so many more presents than his tiny brother, No. 1 Kiddo opened a few and then seemed to get fatigued and just liked to look at the unopened presents. He liked to store them in the cupboard in his room.

We have been on quite a few journeys across Australia visiting rellies on holidays and he likes to keep a momento to remember the significant time or journey, I remember we were on a ndirt road, central Australia, No. 2 kiddo is 4 months old and he saw a tumble weed tumbling across the dirt rd and he wanted to get it. I chased after it and retrieved it. Immediately presented with the problem that if we packed it in our van and tried to take it all the way home it would crack and break. I tried to describe this to him but he was too young to understand.

When we got to Kings Canyon we stopped and pitched the caravan, we had driven a long way and No. 1 Kiddo wanted to get out and play on playground.  He wanted to play with some other kids. The other kids did not want to extend themselves to include him in their play and he could not understand that. He kept on trying to include himself in their group and they were trying to end interaction with him. I could see what was happenning and tried to get him to come and play with me but he still persisted with the other kids. They didn’t want to play with him and he started crying. What do you do in times like that. I don’t want my son to be hurt by other kids. #Autism #Birthdays #Central Australia #Kings Canyon #Uluru